
I hear they're working hard on Superman's codpiece. Y'all just gotta luv Death Certificate and Goo. And on or after a cagaloging-long day at the Liberry, it's been most required I seek headphone healing. I'm talkin' about ALSO talkin' about gettin' Schlitz-canned by my bro Franklin immediately upon my arrival home from work. That's right: my stone cold cat hits me in the chest like Stabler with an ice-cold. Lately the rock's been flowin' free @ chez me: Kiss, Mott, Moody, Piper, Lizzy, Winwood, Alice Cooper, Amboy Dukes, Small Faces, what gives? Marvel Comics straight through so s'pose it's on some teenager tip. Jus' lettin' my love flow like a mountain stream w/ EBN OZN on ghetto blaster. George Bush doesn't care about black people.
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Chop, Lizzie, chop
Make them bodies hop
by The Ebn Ozn Junta
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